1000 characters chain story thread.

[Liar]

Rules are simple.

Write, but end once you hit a 1000 characters. Mid sentence, mid word, two dots into an ellips, doesn't matter. You stop and and let the next bugger take over.


ETA: extra rule - since writing 1000 characters can take a while, post a quick "working on it" post, if you are taking up the torch. Then edit in your part when you're done. That way people don't accidentally write lose threads.


Ok, here goes nothing...





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It was the perfect cliché for a mellow August afternoon in the park. Fat bees played road rage games around dew dripping cling roses, fat kids threw pebbles and sometimes each other into luke warm ponds, fat rabbits were fucking in the bushes, and a big, fat yellow sun was turning everything and everyone into a sticky, baked gloop of lost momentum.

And there I was, with unmatching shoes, (sneaker left, boot right) hair like a mosh pit, and a sweat trail from shoulderblade to ass crack, doing my very best to look somewhat inconspicious. Yeah. As if. The black eye and the five sizes too large pants didn't help much either. Nor did the fact that I was the only one who seemed to be in a bit of a hurry. People were too hammered by sunrays to really get that urban bustle going.

Then of course they didn't have Isabel on their tracks. I did. And the bitch had a proverbial blowtorch aimed at me. Or maybe she'd even gotten a real one by now. You never know with crazy people. I wasn't going to wai

 

[glynndah]

Oh, my! I thought you meant one thousand characters, as in people. One thousand characters I can do pretty easily. As a matter of fact, if I'd've been smart and typed this into a word processing program, rather than simply opening up this box, I'd probably be on my way to that right now.

 

[TE999]

Oh, my! I thought you meant one thousand characters, as in people. One thousand characters I can do pretty easily. As a matter of fact, if I'd've been smart and typed this into a word processing program, rather than simply opening up this box, I'd probably be on my way to that right now.

I'm glad we got that cleared up.

*goes away to write something*

 

[Liar]

Oh, my! I thought you meant one thousand characters, as in people. One thousand characters I can do pretty easily. As a matter of fact, if I'd've been smart and typed this into a word processing program, rather than simply opening up this box, I'd probably be on my way to that right now.

Git on wif it then.

*taps foot*

 

[sacrificedangel]

t around to find out first hand just how close to the surface her own personal ‘crazy’ was lurking.

I left the park heading north and didn’t wait to cross the street. Defying the affirmative green half a block ahead of me, I stepped off the sidewalk and danced around the endless mini vans and Escalades – all Moms, shopping and air conditioning – trying to put as much distance between me and my apartment as possible.

Sparing a swift glance over my shoulder, I collided with departing commuters from the subway for my inattention. The stale air from below ground mixed grossly with the sticky scent of concrete, trash and people as I forged a trail through them, avoiding their disgruntled stares and curses. As I rounded the corner I finally stopped. Resting my head against the shady wall, I shut my eyes for a moment. I could feel a cool breeze tickle at my sweat slick back and resisted the urge to mop the trail with the back of my shirt.

Instead, I drew a deep breath. As did the being beside me.

 

[GaryStargazer]

This looks like good fun, me next! XD




Raising my head I saw my contact leaning there against the wall of the subway tunnel with the bottom of his foot propped up against it as his left knee bent.

He was a large hulking man in a well polished suit. His shoulders seemed to almost be ready to bust the arms out of the sleeves as he lifted a hand to pluck the smoldering cigar from his lips.

“You done went and fucked things up didn’t you James?” He asked me the question without even looking at me, the pungent smell of the cigar lingering in the air around us as I struggled with words.

“It’s not like that, I just got a bit carried away is all, nothing I can’t fix!” I spat the words out hurriedly while glancing around the corner I came from.

Taking another long drag off his cancer stick he exhaled the toxic fumes before finally glancing over at me as he stepped out of the shadows. “That’s the problem with you kid. You think too much with your dick and not enough about the job.”

Of course he was right, once again I let a good fuck get

 

[Tio_Narratore]

get away from me. That damn dick of mine was always worrying about your classic vagina dentata.

“There’s no such thing,” I constantly reassured him, but still, whenever the opportunity presented itself, that chicken-dick of mine...

I was suddenly brought back to the present by a new aroma, a heavy scent of Jungle Gardenia perfume mixing noxiously with my contact’s cheap stogie.

“Leaf im aloone forrr meee,” a woman’s shrill and strongly accented voice declared, “I ahm is real kohntahkt!”

I turned in the direction of the new scent and saw her for the first time. She stood over six feet tall and had an hourglass figure that would make a man forget all about time. And I did.

I don’t know how long I spent sizing her up, from her bodacious tatas through her wasp waist and over her fertile hips down to the bottom of her endless legs, but I took in every detail, committing it to my highly-trained memory. Then realized I had yet to look at her face.

A quick glance, and I was smitten, her eyes were coal-black, piercing...

“Wait, what’s that?” my dumb dick blurted out in my sub-conscious.

“Didn’t you hear it,” he asked insistently, “that gnashing, like teeth grinding. Do be careful now, and don’t end up los

 

[Liar]

off to a good start, so bümp